I am… a wee bit neurotic about traveling. Try to contain your shock. I am a creature of habit and leaving my natural environment and schedule is always a bit of a jolt to my system.
I also find having to be in a certain place at a certain time a little bit stressful, and once you factor in traffic and the TSA, you have a perfect storm for me to lie awake the night before a trip, mentally calculating what time we need to leave under any of twelve different circumstances (only ten of them involve a crisis, though).
The advantage to this, I suppose, is that I generally board the plane I’m supposed to be on, stow my carry-on in the bin above and my purse under the seat in front of me, take out a book, and then fall asleep and drool all over myself. It makes the actual trip part go by pretty quickly.
Anyway. I’ve spent most of this week trying to get caught up on work so that I can leave today with a clear conscience. Why this is a Thing That I Do, I have no idea; I mean, it’s not like I’m not taking a computer and planning to work while I’m away, but whatever. I was trying to get most of my work done.
This morning I had to spend a lot of time doing a compare and contrast on my TSA-approved-sized toiletries so that I could finish packing. How much toothpaste was in THIS little tube? How about this OTHER one? Wait, how come this one is white and that one is green, aren’t they the same toothpaste? Huh. This one has PRONAMEL, whatever that is. Sounds strong. And also somewhat porny. And I’m not sure I want to be packing porny toothpaste, particularly when TSA seems to love searching my stuff. Okay, plain ol’ toothpaste it is, then.
Some of you will be relieved to hear, however, that I decided not to smuggle my hair gel on this trip. I actually put some in a smaller container… I just felt like maybe that particular bit of luck has run out.
In the meantime, I am positively thrilled to be leaving muggy, sweltering Atlanta for the cooler mountain air of Denver! What a relief that’s going to be! Well, that’s what I thought until I checked the weather forecast. Currently the weather in Denver is… hotter than it is, here. As always, my timing is IMPECCABLE.
So I would pack three things and then take two back out and then put everything back in and add a few more things. This is how I do it. I’m going to be gone for three days so I need twelve different outfits I’m not going to wear. All the better to make me forget something I actually do need, of course.
The kids are leaving with their dad tomorrow morning, but I’ll be gone when they get home from school today. Chickadee greeted this news with her trademarked care and compassion: “Well, Otto better pick me up at 5:00, then, if you’re not gonna be here to do it.” Monkey was just a tad more concerned, first asking me at breakfast why he can’t come wiiiiith meeeeee (I pointed out that his dad might have a problem with that), then insisting that I shouldn’t leave until after they do, tomorrow. He seemed unimpressed when I mentioned that the latter option was a great idea except for the part where 99% of my life is already sculpted around his and his sister’s needs, and really, I can leave town a few hours before they do and I’m pretty sure he’ll survive.
At this point I’m packed and ready and only somewhat convinced I’ve forgotten something crucial.
Oh! Turns out that I did almost forget to post to Five Full Plates. Maybe that can be my one and only thing I forgot. Hopefully.
I have to go check my suitcase again. Just in case.